Married By Midnight. Judith Stacy

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      Maybe Ethan’s idea had some merit. Nick fastened the button on his left sleeve. Getting the whole wedding thing over and done with quickly had its advantages.

      He exhaled heavily. No, it wasn’t right—not for his future wife, anyway. Women lived for that sort of thing. Parties, receptions. Certainly her wedding. He couldn’t rob her of that once-in-a-lifetime event.

      He fiddled with the button on his right sleeve. Of course, finding a wife in a month’s time would be a challenge to any man, but who was more up to it than he? He could sweep a woman off her feet as well as anyone.

      Finding the right sort of woman would be imperative. Nick had no intention of falling desperately in love. He’d known that for some time now. He’d known, too, that what he wanted was a wife who was compatible.

      He’d learned the hard way what “love” could do to a man.

      Nick paused. Compatible. Yes, that’s what he wanted. It was what he would look for. Compatibility. If he found that, everything else would fall into place.

      The door to his bedchamber burst open. Nick swung around as Cecilia swept into his room, her dressing gown billowing behind her, her hair a mass of tangles.

      While never in a thousand years would Nick consider walking into his sister’s or mother’s room unannounced, the women in the house thought nothing of bursting in on him when it suited them. Such as now, when he wore only his drawers and shirt, with one cuff buttoned.

      Cecilia stopped, flung out both hands and cried, “It’s over! The wedding is off!” She burst into tears.

      “What?” Nick went to her.

      Constance dashed into his room, hot on her daughter’s heels. She, too, wore her dressing gown. Her graying hair, woven into a braid, hung down her back.

      “Cecilia,” Constance said, “please, calm down.”

      “What happened?” Nick asked.

      “It’s off! The wedding! Aaron—Aaron never really loved me at all!” Cecilia collapsed into racking sobs against Nick.

      He gathered her into his arms and turned to their mother. “What the hell happened?”

      “I have no idea. I found her this way in her room a few minutes ago,” Constance said, her eyes wide. She touched her daughter’s shoulder. “Cecilia, dear, you must tell us what happened. Why do you think Aaron doesn’t love you?”

      “Because he doesn’t,” Cecilia wailed, lifting her head from Nick’s shoulder. “Cancel the wedding. The flowers, the food, the reception—cancel it all!”

      Nick saw his mother sway as over a year’s worth of planning and preparing evaporated before their eyes. He reached out and steadied her. She clamped her hand onto his arm.

      “Let’s just all calm down,” Nick said. “First—”

      “No, there’s nothing to discuss!” Cecilia said.

      “Cecilia, you don’t mean that,” Constance insisted.

      “Yes, I do!”

      “Nick, do something!”

      “Look, both of you—”

      “Stop!” Aunt Winnie blasted into the room wearing a ruby-red dressing gown, her hair so neatly styled it looked as if she’d sat up in a chair all night. “I could have predicted this would happen! Cecilia, what did you dream last night?”

      Cecilia wailed anew and buried her face in Nick’s shoulder. Constance clutched him tighter.

      Winnifred marched over to them. “Someone’s dream predicted this. Nick, what did you dream last night?”

      “I—I dreamed I was flying,” he said.

      Winnifred’s eyes squinted together. “Were you flying over broken objects?”

      “No.” He peered down at his sister, trying to see her face. “Cecilia, you have to tell us what happened.”

      “Were you flying with black wings?” Winnifred persisted.

      “No.”

      “White wings?”

      “No. Listen, Cecilia, Aaron loves you. Just last night—”

      “He doesn’t!” she insisted.

      “Were you shot at while flying?” Winnifred asked.

      “No.”

      “Were you flying naked?”

      “Aunt Winnie!” Nick eased Cecilia away from him and tilted her face up. “Tell me what happened.”

      “Yes, dear, tell us everything,” Constance said, finally pulling herself together.

      Cecilia sniffed and dragged her hand across her cheeks, wiping away her tears. “Last night when Aaron was here he—he said something. I thought nothing of it at the time, but when I woke this morning I realized what it really meant.”

      “Did it come to you in a dream?” Aunt Winnie demanded.

      “No,” Cecilia said.

      “What did he say?” Nick asked.

      “He said he—he wanted to cut our honeymoon short.” She collapsed into tears again. “Because of business.”

      “Aha!” Constance declared, as if everything were clear to her now.

      Nick stared at the two of them. “What the hell’s wrong with that?”

      “Oh, Nick, really.” Constance shot him a look and gathered her daughter into her arms.

      Cecilia gave Nick a whack on the chest. “Oh, I should have known you wouldn’t understand!”

      He plowed his fingers through his hair. “I could understand it if you could explain it.”

      “He wants to come back early because of business,” Cecilia said, swiping at her tears again. “That means he cares more about his business than he cares about me. If he really loved me he would want to be with me as much as possible. But he doesn’t.”

      “That’s not what it means,” Nick insisted.

      “Yes, it is! I won’t marry a man who cares more about his business than he cares about me!” Cecilia clenched her hands into fists. “You don’t understand! Nobody understands!”

      “Cecilia—”

      “Dear—”

      “What did Aaron dream last night?”

      “I understand.”

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